Текст и перевод песни Naďa Urbánková, Skupina Františka Ringo Čecha & Jiří Grossmann - Jackson

Jackson

Oba: Pykat zdá se mi budem, svědomí mi nedá spát

Ten pán jmenoval se Jackson
On: a neměl jsem ho vůbec rád,
Jakýsi Jackson, okouněl opodál.
Ten darebák Jackson, lumpů, Jackson, král.

Ona: byl milý, krásný jak Narcis,

Ten ideál vdaných žen

A nechápu jen proč sis vypůjčil hůl
A tou holí hnals ho ven.
Jé, jé milý Jackson, ten elegantní hoch,
On: ten starý hlupák Jackson
Ona: štěstí mi přinést moh.

On: Ty víš, že přísahal každý z mužů,

Co bydleli tam, že se snad dopustí vraždy,
Neodejde-li včas sám,
Floutek Jackson.
Ty jeho kousky dobře znám.
Ten podvodník Jackson,
Ona: miláček místních dam.

On: jó, miláček dívek, Jackson,

Dovedl líbat a i tenis hrát

A když se konal ples, tak se sálem nes,
že každý zahanben pod stůl vlez, jé - jé - jé,
Milý Jackson byl muž jak má být,
Skvělý a navoněný Jackson a nemusels ho bít.

Oba: Pykat zdá se mi budem, svědomí mi nedá spát

Ten pán se jmenuje Jackson
A žádnej muž ho nemá rád.
Tenhle Jackson pokavád bude žít,
Miláček Jackson, nenajdu svůj klid.

Jackson

Both of us: Sweetheart, we're going to have to pay for this, my conscience is not going to let me sleep tonight

That man's name is Jackson
He: and I never liked him, not one bit,
This Jackson fellow, he was just hanging about.
That scoundrel Jackson, the biggest cad around.

She: He was sweet, beautiful like Narcissus,

The ideal of every married woman

And I just don't understand why you picked up that stick
And chased him out with it.
Oh dear me, that elegant young fellow Jackson,
He: that senile old fool Jackson
She: could have brought me so much happiness.

He: Well, you know that every single man

Who lived over there swore that he'd sooner commit murder
Than leave while Jackson was still there,
That lout Jackson.
I know all his silly tricks.
That sham Jackson,
She: The darling of all the local ladies.

He: Oh yes, the darling of the girls, Jackson

He was the perfect dancer and tennis player

And when the ball was on, he would just sweep around the hall,
Making every other man there feel inferior, Goodness gracious me,
My dear chap Jackson was just the bees knees
Such a splendid, dashing fellow, you shouldn't have hit him.

Both of us: Sweetheart, we're going to have to pay for this, my conscience is not going to let me sleep tonight

This chap is called Jackson,
And no man can stand the sight of him.
As long as that Jackson is still alive
I'll never be able to rest easy, my love.